WELCOME TO DEATHCAMP

This was quickly becoming one of his usual haunts. The red male was always scouting for his next opponent, only stopping to give his body time to rest between fights so that he could be close to one hundred percent during his next battle. The tang the earth held from the many fights that had taken place here enticed him, excited him, this would be where he earned a pack should he take one for himself. This was practice for anything bigger that happened in the future - a glimpse into the future. The man had plans for himself, plans that included not simple leadership, but true power. It would take time, effort, but he was surprisingly dedicated. Why? Because the red brute wanted to roll in his accomplishments before he died and actually have something to be proud of.

And so he was here on the battlefield again. Lifting his head he would howl for an opponent, and then wait for someone to be brave enough to answer to the call and arrive. Shadows of his defenses were set, his tail out behind him and red eyes narrowed despite the obvious delight within. His toes dug into the ground providing traction if someone were to surprise him, but still he would doubt that someone would have the audacity to give him that sort of thrill.